Depression is not a mental illness. It is simply the manifestation of 'failure to self-actualise' by attaching importance to external agendas that ultimately collapse.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Days pass but not empty of your thought(18-10-12)
Your accustomed winter chills my blood
Freezing the snow covered chambers of this heart
Your pain like smoke chokes my breath
Your unceasing darkness clouding & drowning me under to an unseen world
The bleeding scars reminisce a rose rend by it's own thorn
See that blood sweep over the sheath of my love?
I now carry it's stain, the very substance of your life!
Kiss me so I can live, or kill me so I can die,
Leave me not in this misery of owning you & possessing nothing.